Starry, starry nightPaint your pallette blue and gray.Look out on a summer's dayWith eye's that know the darkness in my soul.Shadows on the hillsSketch the trees and daffodilsCatch the breeze and the winter chillsIn colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understandWhat you tried to say to meAnd how you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them freeThey would not listen; they did not know how --Perhaps they'll listen now.

Now I understandWhat you tried to say to meAnd how you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them freeThey would not listen; they did not know how --Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love youBut still, your love was trueAnd when no hope was left insideOn that starry, starry nightYou took your life as lovers often do --But I could've told you, Vincent:This world was never meantFor one as beautiful as you.

Like the strangers that you've metThe ragged men in ragged clothesThe silver thorn, a bloody roseLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I knowWhat you tried to say to meAnd how you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them freeThey would not listen; they're not listening still --Perhaps they never will...